The Terrifying Origins of the Heavenly Suspended Silk-and He Got Two at Once!

The white light dissipated, and Qin Wangchuan found himself in a magnificent stone palace.

The hall has a high dome, ancient totems carved on the four walls, and a thick layer of dust on the floor.

The mountains of gold and jewels piled up on both sides gleamed with a vulgar luster in the dim light, and countless unclaimed Law Treasure were scattered about, some even half-buried in the dust—clearly, no one had set foot there for thousands of years.

After all, no one would have imagined that at the crossroads, there would be a third path leading to this forgotten treasure trove.

Qin Wangchuan looked around, his gaze sweeping over the treasures that mortals dreamed of, and walked straight into the depths of the main hall.

These mundane riches and ordinary Law Treasure were nothing more than useless piles of things to him.

He has only one goal.

"The Heavenly Suspended Silk..."

That thing is somewhere here.

But there's no rush.

For the next few days, the core of this Secret Realm belonged to him alone.

Deeper inside the main hall lies an even more ancient treasure vault.

Unlike outside, every object here floats in mid-air, emitting a faint glow.

Qin Wangchuan strolled slowly among them, his gaze sweeping indifferently over each High Antiquity treasure.

The most striking feature is a strange tree on the left, its entire body covered in bluish-black scales, resembling a living creature, the scales gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen in the dim light.

"Azure Dragon Scale Wood," he murmured, his fingertips tracing the tree trunk, which was as hard as refined steel. "It's better than ordinary wood, but it's a hundred thousand miles inferior to True Dragon."

Continuing forward, ahead lay a floating bronze suit of armor, its surface shimmering with starlight.

"Star Armor." Qin Wangchuan didn't even glance at it, simply glancing over it. "Not even half as good as Dragon Scale."

Finally, he stopped in front of a White Jade platform.

Above the lotus platform, a crystal-clear lotus flower floats silently, its petals formed from pure flames, and at the center of the lotus seedpod, a point of golden-red essence resembles a beating heart.

"Jade Maiden Fire Lotus." He extended his index finger, and the seemingly blazing flame gently coiled around his fingertip without harming it in the slightest. "This thing is alright. I'll take it back for Jiujiu as a snack; it should like it."

And so he reviewed each item one by one, and discarded them one by one.

These treasures, which would drive outsiders mad, were nothing more than a pile of useless decorations in Qin Wangchuan's eyes.

Those that are useful are either beautiful in appearance and can be given as gifts.

Or it can be given to Jiujiu as a snack.

Until we reach the deepest part of the treasure vault--

This is the base of an incredibly magnificent cylindrical Giant Tower.

The Giant Tower is hollow inside, with its walls spiraling upwards and covered in ancient runes, as if the entire magnificent structure was solely there to support and enshrine the central object.

An ancient bronze lamp sits quietly at the center of the tower's base.

The moment he saw what was before him clearly, a barely perceptible ripple passed through his mind.

Inside the lamp, there was no oil or wick, only a thin, almost transparent thread, as thin as a hair, that floated up quietly from the center of the lamp, straight upwards.

He raised his head, his gaze following the thread upwards—the thread ran through the central axis of the entire Giant Tower, steadfastly pointing towards the tower's top, invisible to the naked eye, and even further into the distant void.

The spiraling structure inside the tower seemed endless. His gaze followed the threads, plunging into the deep darkness above, yet he could not see the end.

The silk thread rippled with faint spatial ripples, as if it itself were the sole coordinate that held this world together.

"I see..."

Qin Wangchuan murmured softly, with a hint of knowing sigh.

"This is the Heavenly Suspended Silk."

"Living up to its name."

He slowly extended his right hand, his fingertips reaching directly for the seemingly ethereal silk thread suspended above the lamp.

However, the expected cool, silky touch did not come.

His fingertips actually touched a hard yet warm object.

In his hand appeared a dark gold book made of some unknown material, warm to the touch, with a restrained luster.

Upon closer inspection, a cool, wrapping sensation was felt around my wrist.

His gaze fell upon the "Heavenly Suspended Silk" that had once Tongtian, now seemingly possessing a spirit, wrapped around his right wrist.

I moved my wrist around a bit; it felt neither too tight nor too loose, and I didn't feel any discomfort.

This thing is not simple.

After opening the Golden Booklet, Qin Wangchuan learned about its origin.

This is no ordinary object, but a Dao Silk that weaves the world...

This thing once caused a turmoil that swept across Three Thousand Provinces in High Antiquity times.

The original owner of the secret realm obtained it by chance, but he spent his whole life failing to fully unravel its mysteries. The words in the book reveal the original owner's deep resentment and regret.

However, the few uses that have been explored so far are already considered incredible.

Firstly: cutting.

When the silk thread is stretched to its limit, its sharpness is unparalleled, capable of silently slicing through everything, easily Break Gold Split Stone.

Secondly: traveling through.

By stepping on silk threads and controlling their shortening and extension through mental focus, one can achieve a near-miraculous effect of "Shrink Ground to Inch" and making the Within Reach, Yet Worlds Apart.

Upon seeing this, a look of understanding flashed in Qin Wangchuan's eyes.

This effect is indeed similar to the "Taixu Steps" he used before.

But the key lies in--

The book clearly states that this silk thread can theoretically extend indefinitely!

As the user's cultivation level increases and their understanding of the Space Law deepens, its power will grow infinitely.

Ultimately, this thread can even Connect Several Realms, Anchor Myriad Directions, and even Cut Void to Reshape Territory!

"Extending infinitely... connecting all realms..."

Qin Wangchuan muttered to himself, finally understanding why the First Generation Secret Realm Master was so persistent, and why he left behind such a massive project to enshrine this object.

This is no ordinary magical Law Treasure; it is Divine Object that touches upon the World Origin Rules.

"And the key point is, I have two of these!"

As he focused his mind and silently recited the Control Incantation he had just learned from the manual, the golden thread he held in his arms, which he had obtained from the simulation, seemed to be infused with a soul.

"Buzz--"

With a slight hum, the golden thread flew out on its own, hovering in front of him along with the golden thread in his hand.

Qin Wangchuan's thoughts stirred slightly.

The two suspended golden lines suddenly extended, drawing two intersecting arcs in the air like serpents, flashing past silently.

The next moment, a chilling hissing sound seemed to rang out after a delay.

The magnificent Spiral Tower walls, reinforced by ancient formations, were instantly cleaved into several huge pieces of Ruins, like butter being sliced by a hot knife.

Without structural support, they collapsed and fell into the abyss below with a dull thud and billowing dust.

The entire process was incredibly fast; the extreme sharpness displayed by the golden threads completely ignored the array's defenses.

"Not bad, it's a good product."

Qin Wangchuan nodded in satisfaction as he watched this scene.

Then, another thought crossed his mind.

The two golden threads that had just displayed terrifying power instantly withdrew all their brilliance and sharpness, retracting like weary birds returning to their forest.

Two gold threads deftly coiled around the back of his head, neatly tying up his dark hair.

The atmosphere, which had been slightly languid due to the search, was now imbued with an indescribable air of aloofness and majesty.

Qin Wangchuan took one last look around the now-ruined Secret Treasure Core, completely ignoring the boulders falling from above.

Immediately, light and shadow flickered behind him, and the Void Divine Feather suddenly unfurled.

The Divine Feather fluttered lightly, not stirring up a gale, but like the sharpest blade, silently slicing a deep rift in the void before it.

With one step inside, the figure vanished instantly.

The next moment, the Spatial Rift closed, and there was no trace of him left. Only the rumble of the collapsing Giant Tower echoed in the hollow.